The black figure froze as it released its grip on Bernadette's neck. It was as though it was staring at Queen Mystic with its non-existent eyes.
A dry, hoarse voice echoed in the concealed space:
"Home…"
This voice was filled with hesitation and confusion as though it was seeking confirmation. It was as if it had come from another world.
The corrosion that Bernadette encountered vanished. Her connection with the Sealed Artifact was instantly restored.
Pale Death once again ate at her vitality little by little. This helped her resist the chaos in her thoughts, maintaining her basic clarity and rationality.
Just as she was about to say something, the black figure suddenly stretched out its palm.
But this time, it didn't strangle Bernadette's neck, but instead, it pushed her hard.
Following this push was the collapse of the concealed space. It was a voice filled with pain as though it was resisting something.
"Leave!"